EARLY EVENING. A SMALL VILLAGE.
Peasants and merchants wander the streets; cautious and fearful, for reports of a new plague have been circulating.
A CONSTABLE OFFICE.
In the back cell MAHDI SHIRAZI, a caught burglar, sits, shivering and pallid.
ELOS ANAMED, an unseen spirit, hovers in the hall looking at Mahdi through the bars, listening to the conversations throughout the building.
JESPER, the executioner, sits at a desk. Judge IORRIS stands in front of him. Constable Radas sits in a back office. Several guards mill about. KITSUNE, the victim of a burglary, enters the building and approaches Jesper.
Judge, when are you holding the trial? Kitsune stood behind the judge. Her long flowing dress, its purple and red pattern wrapped loosely around her body.
There will be no trial. This burglar has the plague, and I must study it, said the judge not taking his eye off of the executioner. That means no execution. We let it take its course. He turned to face Kitsune. He wore a black, somber robes, which had hints of wig powder on its shoulders. "We let her die, then store her corpse at the wayhouse. We cannot risk exposing her to the public during a trial."
Jesper, do you agree with the Judge? Are you happy to let justice slip aside for this mans curiosity?